I thought naming each plant in the garden would be enough their species grouped clumps arranged proper treatments through some accepted recipe. But I noticed roots, grasp down in common earth to different grains, sand, rock and wood, dead husks, the rich excrement of worms, and the wet life that flows It was by accident, I vanished where I could see myself counting particles of dirt that aligned forming rows where roots grew deep lifting determined to reach the core that forever pulls down. How startling it is, to be seen realizing this is happening by the dog who licks his balls or cats mystically turned inward. I thought of you in my surprise being fascinating while absent ideal rows of sand, imagination forming a perfect sunflower whose round petaled face, seeded can only stare up to fixed points Until I was destroyed by looking through myself to mottled earth where no true things are fixed except by a will that drained intangibly over five years Just like Law I saw our fixed point as habits grind on mechanics my passion, spread wide as night cut to a heart dyed red from paper as if purchased from a story. And as you came, with clocks and lines just like a beetle rolls down mounds I realized sunflowers only see the sun. for me to marvel at your fine hair that you might say words already known is impossible, for I am not up there in that enlargement of yourself I am down in the garden wandering discovering wonders that destroy me so my debris scattered across the garden might absorb me in toward home. And as you came, I saw the gilding catch light that frames a flat print in books scribed and handed down from fathers to sons and daughters that I squeeze inside by wrote And the garden grows by almost an inch.